One shot: Follow Oreki Houtarou in the footsteps of his mind, in a world where Chitanda Eru is still president, and Hyouka's got a new OP.
I was dead tired by the time I arrived at the Bronx. The approach to Brooklyn was somewhat heavy-smooth, a bit light for rush-hour.
All-night driving. Not that I went really far. I quite frequently went only as far as Queens. I've been here for over a month now, but I couldn't quite get the ropes of this place. Was I disoriented? A bit, maybe. I guess the right thing to do would be to stay in my apartment the whole day, like I was meant to be.
I intend to visit the magazine office day after tomorrow with the recommendation letter. I'd get an entry job, but that Mayaka said I could move up, a bit, if I pursued some relevant training. Well, I had always been inclined to be skeptical, but then, she's an attorney now, so...
Still, it's wonderful to have a life after the Classics Club.
Yeah... Fresh off Kamiyama, now I'm in BoCoCa
Short course in Columbia, but there is no class today.
Must indulge my laziness, wondering how I made it here
Window's worse than yesterday, getting sicker day by day
Dust blurs the Rockefeller, world outside gets yellower
Now the mob's on 40th, gunshots on the 25th
Phone yells all morning, don't bother hauling
Let them do the calling, all I care for's falling
Drafts heap on drawer, the kitchen sink, my cotton socks
Curl up and meet with the publisher in my dream
What? Wait. Shoot... Someone just touched me.
Rub my cheek, get on feet, cops are coming over.
TV blurs and there she is, on an Oval Office speech
All the screens on 5th look like her, talk like her, unexcited.
Can she hold the world together?
I know... I think too much... Maybe I'm really just... too...
Curious
Concrete juggling full of tomatoes,
that dead dreams are made to.
Now she's in New York
Her hair will make you feel brand new
Her eyes will expire you
Even in Tokyo, Rio, New York!
What?
It's sundown on Manhattan, off to the side. The ghastly hue of the late afternoon off the skyline makes me want to puke. I was supposed to be excited going here, but hey, I never was the type to be fired up easily.
Then again, how am I to hold my world together...?